A walk upstream in the river of life. All are welcome as I lift the shade.

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Our “Spirit of Aggieland” has gotten too sweet!

And it seems to have rubbed off on my Cowboys. No opponent fears us anymore ‘cause WE seem to enter the field in fear ourselves. There is no more evidence of a wrecking crew or doomsday defense, The Great Wall is a fence of yarn. We tout talent and demonstrate inefficiency. All it proves is that deep pockets and fine facilities do not championships make. If we had farmers anymore, we should be visiting fields while being plowed, and ask, “ Which way is North”? If he gets down, picks up the tractor and points a direction, SIGN HIM! JESUS SAVES!And that’s what I get from My box of chocolates. AMEN